Poetry from an ENFP Perspective

To be a Lover

Devouring my soul,
you hideous monster.

I stare you in the eyes
while you take another bite.

That time we held one another,
dripping from the corner of
your soft evil lips.

Rip my heart to shreds
with the razors that are your teeth.

Throw the rest to the creatures
begging at your feet.

I have nothing more to give.

You have consumed all of me.

Let me rest in peace.